One of Them
I put that shit on Versace my lens
I'm chasing a check and I don't need no friends
If he missing his shots then he spinning again
My shooter is rich he gone spin in a Benz
I am not one of them so do not play with him
I'm taking some of them hitting about eight of them
I just might shake that man down for a plate or some
When them bullets get flying it ain't no escaping them
So don't be calling me phone
I ain't answering
Top shelf Runts it be smoking like cancer
If you make the wrong move you gone get the right answer
Bitch boy baby boy shitting in his pamper
If he talk to the police then he not my homie
I'll pull up on your block pussy nigga come show me
No he don't wanna try it cause he know it get tragic
Make a nigga get gone real quick like magic
I really be gone don't step in my zone
Stay by the phone JB coming home
I give her the bone she singing my songs
Versace my lens I just put it on
Your bitch is a opp and she giving the drop
If he coming up short then boy getting popped
Put the trap on the wheel so the trap never stop
And she giving me throat she don't stop till it lock
Young nigga hustle I do not tussle
Gucci my bag I got racks in the duffle
He came back for the half but then that nigga fumbled
That boy not a rapper that boy is a mumble
And i'm smoking on thrax yeah that shit out the pack
I be high as a bitch but a nigga don't lack
We be stuffing the clip and i'm stuffing the russian
When that lean hit my liver yeah I get the gushing
I'm sipping on red and you sipping on bubbly
That boy is a clown he don't got no money
He sipping on green he not feeling muddy
Don't play with the team cause shit can get ugly
She popped a perc she go berserk
All in her ribs making her squirt
Beating her back and then she say it hurt
You ain't trying to do a drill need to stay your ass in church
No you are not one of them
The chopper go dun dun dun
If I see the opps then I gotta take some of them
I'm the grinch in the hood I be out all night
These bitches they love me they wanna see the light
Got a white girl sydney I'm in her kidney
If she hear this song she gone try to come get me
She fuck with kid she gone slide in the beamer
I nut in that pussy and its looking like creamer
I'm chasing a check and I don't need no friends
If he missing his shots then he spinning again
My shooter is rich he gone spin in a Benz
I am not one of them so do not play with him
I'm taking some of them hitting about eight of them
I just might shake that man down for a plate or some
When them bullets get flying it ain't no escaping them
So don't be calling me phone
I ain't answering
Top shelf Runts it be smoking like cancer
If you make the wrong move you gone get the right answer
Bitch boy baby boy shitting in his pamper
If he talk to the police then he not my homie
I'll pull up on your block pussy nigga come show me
No he don't wanna try it cause he know it get tragic
Make a nigga get gone real quick like magic
I really be gone don't step in my zone
Stay by the phone JB coming home
I give her the bone she singing my songs
Versace my lens I just put it on
Your bitch is a opp and she giving the drop
If he coming up short then boy getting popped
Put the trap on the wheel so the trap never stop
And she giving me throat she don't stop till it lock
Young nigga hustle I do not tussle
Gucci my bag I got racks in the duffle
He came back for the half but then that nigga fumbled
That boy not a rapper that boy is a mumble
And i'm smoking on thrax yeah that shit out the pack
I be high as a bitch but a nigga don't lack
We be stuffing the clip and i'm stuffing the russian
When that lean hit my liver yeah I get the gushing
I'm sipping on red and you sipping on bubbly
That boy is a clown he don't got no money
He sipping on green he not feeling muddy
Don't play with the team cause shit can get ugly
She popped a perc she go berserk
All in her ribs making her squirt
Beating her back and then she say it hurt
You ain't trying to do a drill need to stay your ass in church
No you are not one of them
The chopper go dun dun dun
If I see the opps then I gotta take some of them
I'm the grinch in the hood I be out all night
These bitches they love me they wanna see the light
Got a white girl sydney I'm in her kidney
If she hear this song she gone try to come get me
She fuck with kid she gone slide in the beamer
I nut in that pussy and its looking like creamer
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Writer(s): Justin Caseem Williams
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